The story of a beautiful confidante is unrestrained, but who can break the entanglement of grudges and hatred? The ancient and modern events compete with each other, and the flowers, water, and moon are as illusory as the surroundings!
All the beauties are scheming against each other, all the traps have been exhausted, and in the end they are all losers. Enemies become relatives, friends become enemies...
Zhao Qianyun saw Feng Qiqi squatting in the cell, his eyes looking at him as if it was a lifetime ago. When Feng Qianqi saw Zhao Qianyun coming, he stood up and slowly came to the edge. With tears in his eyes, he said, "Qianyun, why are you here? Didn't I want you to go?" Zhao Qianyun came to the cell door and looked at Feng Qi steadily, and said softly and firmly: "Waiting for you to go together." Feng Qiyi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Qianyun, do you know? In this world now, you are not only my friend and confidant, but also my only relative. I don't want anything to happen to you, you know? Let's go! Take Yu Lian as far as you can." Zhao Qianyun said firmly, "It is precisely because I am your friend, confidant, and your only relative that I can't leave you alone. Listen, I will wait for you three miles west of the city with Yu Lian until dawn the next day." After that, Feng Shiqi turned around and went back.